CHAPTER I.
FATHERS AND SONS "Dad, what does 'Mens sana in corpore sano' mean ?" Mr.Edwards slightly lowered his Sunday paper and over the top of it frowned abstractedly at the boy on the window-seat.

"Eh ?" he asked.
"What was that ?" "'Mens sana in corpore sano,' sir." "Oh!" Mr.Edwards blinked through his reading glasses and rustled the paper.

Finally, "For a boy who has studied as much Latin as you have," he said disapprovingly, "the question is extraordinary, to say the least.

I'd advise you to--hm--find your dictionary, Steve." And Mr.
Edwards again retired from sight.
Steve, cross-legged on the broad seat that filled the library bay, a seat which commanded an uninterrupted view up and down the street, smiled into the open pamphlet he held.
"He doesn't know," he said to himself with a chuckle.

"It's something about your mind and your body, though.